Team Arrow makes their stand against Cayden James, Kara finally gets to chat with Watson, and the teams finally get to celebrate the holiday.

Enjoy part three!

***

Dig looked up from what he was doing when the door to his room opened, and he frowned when Oliver entered. "Come back for round two?" he asked sarcastically.

"No," Oliver shook his head instantly. "No." He closed the door behind him, then said, "Back to apologize. You said you put my family in front of yours. You did. Then I asked you to put on the hood to make things better with my son, and I . . . " He sighed. "I didn't give proper consideration to yours. I'm truly sorry."

Dig nodded slowly as Oliver sat down. "I was thinking about William today," he said. "A lot. And you getting arrested in front of him . . . how's he doing?"

"Oh, he's fine," Oliver smiled. "He's a tough kid." Dig smirked at that. "But he is very grateful and thankful that you are the Green Arrow so I don't have to be."

"Don't know how much longer I can keep doing that," Dig admitted. "Especially in the short-term."

"You get your test results back?" Oliver asked curiously.

"Yeah," Dig took a deep breath, sitting down across from Oliver. "The nerve damage in my arm spread to my back. And because of the steroid use, I caused permanent damage. If I continue out in the field, I could end up paralyzed."

"Oh, John," Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "I . . . I really wish you hadn't have gone to these lengths for me."

Dig chuckled softly. "Well, now it's my turn to apologize to you." Oliver frowned in confusion, listening as his friend explained. "I should've never said that I was doing it for you. You remember last year when the Dominators put us into this alternate Star City?"

"Yeah," Oliver smirked. "Kind of difficult to forget."

"That's right," Dig chuckled. "You have one hell of a story to tell in the case of How I Met My Girlfriend."

"Yeah," Oliver said slowly, nodding. "I sure do."

Dig frowned, wondering what that response meant, but continued on. "We got to see what our perfect life would be. Mine was being the Green Arrow. So you asking me to take the mantle was not selfish. It was giving me the one thing in the world that I never knew I wanted."

Oliver shook his head, hiding a smile. "Wow."

"Now," Dig leaned forward. "Your perfect life is looking a bit different than it was advertised."

"Yeah, just a little bit," Oliver chuckled, a fond smile on his face. "I loved Laurel – this Earth's Laurel – and a part of me always will . . . but Kara . . . " He shook his head. "I see her with William, and I see just how good she is, and I always wonder if I'm good enough for her. You know what kind of scares me, John?" He tilted his head, and Oliver looked right at him. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. The only other people I've truly felt that way for are William and Thea."

"You love her, Oliver," Dig smiled. "That's not something to be scared of." He leaned forward. "You also reacted when I said How I Met My Girlfriend."

"Yeah," Oliver nodded slowly before turning to him. "Keep a secret, John?"

"Depends on the secret," Dig tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing," Oliver shook his head, leaning forward as well. "I just don't plan on calling Kara my girlfriend much longer."

Dig blinked once, then twice, then abruptly grinned. "You're serious, man?"

"Completely," Oliver smiled.

"That is a secret I can keep until you ask her," Dig agreed at once. "Good for you."

"Save that for if she says yes," Oliver said dryly.

"If she doesn't say yes, I'll eat my suit," Dig deadpanned.

"That's a wonderful image," Oliver winced.

"Yeah, it is," Dig nodded in agreement. "But, speaking of suits . . . what's going on with the team?"

"They think that Cayden James is going after Starling Stadium," Oliver answered. "There's going to be thirty-five thousand people there tonight."

Dig blanched. "You're the mayor. Shut it down!"

"I tried," Oliver sighed. "Getting arrested is not doing a lot for my credibility."

"What are you going to do?" Dig asked worriedly.

***

"We've been working on a probable location for Cayden's thermobaric bomb, but Starling Stadium is massive," Felicity walked over to where the team was gearing up.

"We'll have to split up," Rene sighed.

"Still, who's going to be calling the plays out there?" Curtis looked around.

"Do I get a vote?" Alex asked, looking around. When everyone nodded, she pointed at Slade and Malcolm. "One of those two."

"Us?" Slade raised an eyebrow.

"The children?" Laurel asked at the same time.

"Hey!" Malcolm glared at her.

"Well, they've been at this longer than most of us," Alex defended her opinion. "And they keep their heads in the game."

"Honored you nominated us, Alex, but we don't know Star City as well as the rest of the team," Slade shook his head. "Can't exactly go walking around without someone recognizing our faces."

"Since two of us are supposed to be dead," Malcolm agreed.

"What about Dinah?" Felicity pointed at her.

"She has the least field experience of all of us!" Rene squawked before looking at her. "No offense."

"She has super powers, tactical training, and police experience," Felicity pointed out.

"It's all right, Felicity," Dinah held up her hands. "It's all right. We just cannot have a repeat of what happened at Amertek."

"Well, if anyone has any suggestions about how to do that, we need to hear them," Laurel folded her arms, just as the elevator doors opened.

Everyone turned around, surprised to see Oliver walk out, Kara behind him. "I have a suggestion or two," he gave a small smirk as Kara removed her glasses.

***

Slade, Alex, Rene, Curtis, Dinah, and Laurel ran into the shadows of the stadium, looking around. "We're on site," Dinah reported.

Oliver and Malcolm grappled down, Kara flying to join them. "Any luck locating the bomb?" Oliver asked.

"We're running a code to find the building's weakest architectural joint," Felicity answered as the group of nine ran into the stadium. "Well, targets of opportunity, so stand by."

"And we're still trying to get into the venue's security system," Winn said. "But Cayden still has us frozen out."

"Couldn't we pull the alarm here, evacuate the stadium that way?" Dinah asked as they took cover behind equipment.

"I'll do it," Rene volunteered, looking at Oliver. "Can't risk the SCPD spotting you as the Green Arrow."

"I have Overwatch running interference for me on that," Oliver assured him.

"If there's a cop near you, you will be the first to know about it," Felicity said confidently.

"Still, better safe than sorry," Rene pointed out.

Oliver nodded, and Rene ran off. "Archer, Terrific, watch his back. The rest of you, let's go."

Malcolm and Curtis followed after Rene, the rest of them accompanying Oliver. "Oh, hello," Winn remarked. "The bomb is definitely down there. I'm locking in on it. About four hundred feet up, down Corridor 52."

***

Rene ducked into the shadows of the corridor, Malcolm and Curtis joining him. "Overwatch, I see the security alarm," Rene narrowed his eyes. "But I'm not gonna pull it like I did in high school."

Curtis opened his mouth to ask what about, when Rene threw a knife right at the fire alarm. It started to wail, and he gawked at Rene. "I'm not seeing you on any security cams near an alarm box," Felicity said in surprise.

"How did you – ?" Winn began.

"A magician never reveals his secret," Rene said smugly.

"You're learning," Malcolm smirked.

"False alarm, everyone," a voice from the cops sounded, and the three vigilantes poked their heads out to see them stopping fans. "False alarm. Don't worry. Go back to your seats. Everything's OK."

"Cops aren't letting anyone out these doors," Curtis frowned.

"That doesn't make any sense," Winn said in confusion. "How can they know it's a false alarm?"

"Well," Malcolm reached into his quiver and drew an arrow. "Let's remove any doubt."

He fired high above the crowd and hit a button on his bow. The arrow exploded midair, making everyone shriek. Rene came out next, firing both his pistols into the air. "Everybody, get the hell out of here!" he shouted.

The civilians ran for the doors, and Curtis blinked, seeing none of them could get out the doors. "Police have locked all the doors! Why would cops do that?"

"Because they're not cops," Lena said grimly.

"Dark Archer, don't let them see you," Felicity said. "The League might be disbanded, but that is not a good uniform to be wearing."

"Copy that," Malcolm fired a grappling arrow into the pipes, zipping up into them.

That left Rene and Curtis to come face to face with one of the "cops." "Get your damn hands up," he ordered.

"Easy," Rene held them up. "I'm just a fan . . . in a mask."

Malcolm fired another arrow, this one knocking the man's gun out of his hands. Rene and Curtis took the opportunity to run, and as the cop turned to find Malcolm, the archer had disappeared.

***

"Overwatch, Checkmate, Schott, what's happening?" Oliver asked as he and the others walked through the stadium.

"That's right, I do have a codename," Lena remarked.

"I need one," Winn muttered.

"Better not have anything to do with toys," Kara quipped.

"Guys," Oliver warned.

"All you need to know is that there's no SCPD or FBI folks near you," Felicity said. "Just focus on the bomb. You're, like, super close. Like, fifty yards."

"Guys?" Rene came over the comms. "A little help here?"

Oliver looked behind him. "Ladies, you wanted a team-up. Black Squad, move out."

"Black Squad," Dinah mused. "I like that."

"Copy that," Laurel smirked.

"You two, stay with me," Oliver ordered Kara and Slade as Laurel, Dinah, and Alex split up from them.

"Like I was going anywhere else," Kara smirked, the three of them breaking into a run.

***

"Make this easy on yourself!" two more cops ran to block Rene and Curtis.

Rene closed his eyes. "It's cool, Hoss," he said quietly before spinning around and firing both pistols, hitting them in the legs.

***

"Round the corner," Kara warned Oliver.

He nodded, tightening his grip on his bow, Slade drawing one of his guns. The three cautiously walked around the corner, Oliver nodding when he saw it. "We're at the device," he reported.

Slade suddenly growled, and Oliver tensed when he saw the man they were looking for walk around the corner. "The wiring's all wrong on the thermobar," Felicity said. "That's not a bomb at all."

"That's a decoy," Winn agreed.

***

Rene and Curtis ran around the corner, coming face to face with another squad of fake cops. "Oh, crap," Curtis's eyes widened.

The loudest sound they had ever heard rang out, and everyone reached for their ears, grimacing in pain. The fake cops went flying, and the lights threatened to fail and explosions rang out. Rene and Curtis watched in shock as Dinah, Laurel, and Alex ran their way. "Did you all just scream at the same time?" Curtis sputtered.

"Loud enough for you boys?" Laurel smirked.

***

"Cayden James?" Kara asked quietly.

"Cayden James," Oliver confirmed.

"I know what you're thinking," the man told them, not seeming concerned at all that they were all on edge. "Where's the horrifically huge bomb?" He smiled slightly. "This is going to be an incredibly insightful evening."

"Where is it?" Oliver growled as Kara looked around, narrowing her eyes.

***

"No need to play nice, those jerkwads aren't cops," Felicity said as the five charged back the way they had come. "Siren, just be careful. Laurel Lance is supposed to dead."

"Dark Archer, can I have a lift?" Laurel looked up.

"Hang on," Malcolm answered.

The assassin swung down on a grappling line, and Laurel reached up. Malcolm grabbed her around the waist as one of her arms went around his neck, and he hoisted her back to the ceiling. Curtis flung one of his T-spheres into the fray as Dinah whirled her staff around, hitting the fakes in the head. Alex tucked and rolled on the ground, slashing with her brass knuckles, flipping two cops end over end, Rene covering all of them with gunfire. "Guys, you need to get those fans out of there," Winn said.

"I'll take left, you take right," Malcolm said.

"Got it," Laurel nodded, making her way across the pipes. She got the closest to the door as she could without risking hurting civilians, and she screamed at the doors. They crumbled under the force of her scream, and Malcolm shot explosive arrows at the other entrances. The doors now open, civilians ran to get out, and Malcolm turned his attention back to the fake cops.

***

"Where is it?" Oliver insisted.

"Your generation is so impatient," Cayden scoffed. "Why can't you just savor the anticipation?"

Oliver drew an arrow and fired quickly, but one of Curtis's T-spheres appeared, blocking the shot. "There isn't a bomb," Kara said quietly, turning back to look at Oliver, eyes wide. "I can't find one."

"She's right, you know," Cayden smirked. "So relax."

"Then why did you do all of this?" Slade growled.

"To get his attention," Cayden answered, making Oliver and Kara exchange surprised glances. "To talk. That's all. It's not like I have his number."

"You're insane," Oliver turned back to Cayden.

"Thomas Szasz, the renowned psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, says that there's no such thing as insanity," Cayden responded, making Kara and Slade exchange incredulous looks. "Revenge, on the other hand, is very real."

"Revenge?" Oliver repeated. "I've never even met you!"

"And yet you cost me something dear to me," Cayden accused. "My son. That's why I have arranged this little tête-à-tête, so that when your city burns, you'll know why."

He flung the T-sphere their way, but Kara shot her heat vision at it, making it explode. A black arrow came out of nowhere and knocked Slade's gun out of his hand, and another sphere-like object rolled to come to a stop right in front of them. A mock Canary Cry sounded from it, making Kara scream and grab her ears, Oliver and Slade wincing and pulling her back, shielding their eyes from sparks flying everywhere.

***

"We ran facial recognition, and surprise surprise, none of those cops are on the force," Winn announced.

"Fake cops, fake uniforms, fake bomb," Alex shook her head in disbelief. "That's a lot of trouble to go through just to have a conversation with the Green Arrow."

"What's his beef with you, man?" James asked Oliver.

"Did he really lose his son?" Kara asked.

"Alena helped me collect the dots," Felicity answered. "There is a boy named Owen Post, who has Cayden James listed as his father on his birth certificate, but he's never been known to live with Cayden."

"Two months after ARGUS put Cayden into custody last year, Owen went missing," Curtis went on. "He was never found."

"How does this have anything to do with the Green Arrow?" J'onn narrowed his eyes.

"Or any of us?" Rene added.

"You keep digging," Oliver ordered. "Because even if we bear zero responsibility, we need to know why Cayden James thinks we do."

Curtis's tablet beeped, and he opened the new message he got, and he blanched. "Guys? A dude I used to code for just blasted off this link." He tapped a button and swallowed, looking at one of the monitors. "It's super trending."

"Oh, God," Laurel ran a hand over her face as they watched a YouTube video of Mr. Terrific, Wild Dog, Black Canary, and Black Wolf taking out the fake cops, able to see screams from Black Siren and arrows fly by from the Dark Archer.

"Yup," Curtis nodded. "Local news stations are picking it up, and, of course, no one knows that these cops aren't legit."

"This timing isn't coincidental," Slade shook his head.

"No," Oliver agreed grimly. "The whole city is voting on the anti-vigilante referendum today."

"Ten bucks says Cayden James wants them to vote yes," Malcolm said dryly.

"I think you'd win," Winn snorted.

"He pulled us in to get those videos to sway the referendum," Felicity sighed.

"That's not all he did," Lena shook her head. "This guy has a real thermobaric bomb now."

"Which he doesn't intend to use," Oliver cut in. "At least . . . not yet, anyway."

"It still sounds pretty dangerous," Curtis pointed out.

"Yes, it does, but it's a problem for another day," Oliver shook his head, looking past them to Rene, who pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket. "How's the polling going?"

Rene listened, then covered the mic. "It's gonna pass, boss," he answered.

Oliver took a deep breath, then nodded. "Let's prepare a statement."

"I'm right behind you," Dinah nodded as Rene walked over. "I just need to finish up with Lance."

"Uh, J'onn?" Kara turned. "Can I ask you for a quick favor?"

"Sure," J'onn blinked, stepping off to the side. "What is it?"

Felicity and Curtis watched the others drift into their groups, then Felicity turned. "Hey, you know, if the bomb had been real, we still would have stopped it from going off."

"Yeah, I know," Curtis nodded, smiling. "It's good to have Oliver back in the saddle."

"Yeah, that," Felicity nodded, "and you and I knew where Cayden was targeting because we worked on the trace algorithm together because we're a good team." Curtis nodded in agreement, and Felicity smiled shyly. "I'm sorry that I named the company without consulting you, and I'm sorry that I picked our first project."

"And that I took the prototype without asking you," Curtis nodded.

***

Kara and J'onn stood close by the suit line-up on the wall, and J'onn turned to Kara. "What is it you need?" he asked.

"Well," Kara took a deep breath. "Remember when Alex and I came back from before?"

"Her with a suit and mask," J'onn said dryly, but nodded.

"It turns out that Agent Watson started looking into me, too," Kara explained. "She's starting to think that I'm Supergirl. So . . . I need your help."

***

Oliver walked down the steps of city hall, ready to make his statement. "Good evening, everybody," he announced. "I think we all would like to applaud city officials for conducting today's vote in such a professional manner. I believe in my heart that vigilantes have worked to make this city a safer and better place." He looked to where Kara was standing with Quentin, Rene, and Thea, and hid a grimace as he continued. "I also recognize, as mayor, that it is my duty to honor the will of the people. You have spoken today and demanded the harshest possible penalties for anyone caught engaging in acts of vigilantism. Some people still believe that includes me. But I remain confident that my innocence will be proven and I will be exonerated at my trial. Thank you very much, everyone."

He ignored the clamor of reporters as he hurried to reach the others. "We'd have won had it not been for the video," Rene informed him grimly.

"Hey, you still did great out there," Thea assured Oliver.

"I feel like I just kicked myself in the – " Oliver began.

"Maybe it's because you didn't believe a single word that you said," a cold voice interrupted.

The group of five stopped in its tracks as Watson stopped in front of them. Oliver braced himself for an argument, but Kara put her hand on his arm. "Oliver," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice, one that made his eyebrows raise. "Give me a minute with the ever so kind agent here, please? I don't think I've had the pleasure to speak with her alone yet." Watson opened her mouth to argue, but Kara shot her a nasty look. "I just have a few things to say to her."

"Uh . . . " Oliver looked back and forth between Kara and Watson, then made the smart choice to stay out of it. "Guys, I think it's in our best interest we leave them to this."

"Uh huh," Quentin didn't argue at all.

Watson raised an eyebrow as the group of four left, then turned to Kara and folded her arms. "What have you got to say to me, Ms. Danvers? I've got to head back to Washington."

"Something tells me you'll be back in time to testify at Oliver's trial," Kara glared.

"The time of vigilantes is coming to an end," Watson informed her. "Because how can he idolize someone hiding in the shadows, who won't show his face, who refuses to own up to his shortcomings and culpability? That's not a hero. That's a coward."

"Mmm," Kara nodded sarcastically. "A coward who's doing what it takes to save the city. Right. Good to know we disagree on that. Just one of many things, it seems."

"Tell me, Ms. Danvers," Watson tilted her head, smirking. "What does William think of his father?"

"You leave William out of this," Kara stepped forward, narrowing her eyes. "I don't know why you keep going after Oliver, but whatever reason it is, it's between you and him. William has no part in it at all. Stay away from him."

"Doesn't matter what I do, Ms. Danvers," Watson snorted. "It matters what Mr. Queen does." She raised an eyebrow. "And what you do."

"Ohhhh," Kara nodded. "Right. Felicity mentioned that. You think I'm Supergirl."

"Feel free to prove me wrong," Watson held out her hands, then frowned when she heard reporters starting to speak louder.

Kara just smirked and pointed behind her. Watson narrowed her eyes and turned, only to freeze when she saw Supergirl hovering in the air right above her. "I heard you wanted to see me, Agent Watson?" she tilted her head.

"Wow," Kara drawled out as Watson looked between the two of them. "There you go, Agent Watson. Proven wrong." Watson gave her a nasty look, but Kara just folded her arms. "How about the next time you accuse someone of something, you actually . . . oh, I don't know . . . talk to them before you do?"

Watson seethed, but Kara just gave a beam and a smile before sauntering off, Supergirl smirking and flying away.

***

"Oh, my God," Winn's grin split his face ear to ear as he watched the cameras showing the entire thing, Malcolm, Laurel, and Lena laughing hysterically behind him, Slade, Alex, and James grinning as well. "OK, it's official. Alex, we have the best boss ever."

"Yes," Alex giggled. "Yes, we do."

***

"Are you OK, Mr. Diggle?" William asked in concern as Oliver, Kara, and Thea watched.

"Well, I'm happy as hell to be getting out of here," Dig nodded. "And it's John."

"William," Oliver cut in. "It's Mr. Diggle."

Thea snorted in amusement, and William looked back at Dig. "And you're the Green Arrow for my dad, right?"

"That's right, William," Dig confirmed.

"But if you were here last night, who was at the stadium?" William frowned.

Dig looked over, but Kara cleared her throat. "I was leading the team last night, William," she said, making Oliver look at her sharply. "The Green Arrow wasn't there."

"Oh," William nodded as Thea looked at Kara in shock. "OK."

Kara nodded back, and Thea stepped forward. "Hey, William, let's go pull the car around here for Mr. Diggle," she smirked at the man.

"All right," William nodded.

Thea led William out the door, and as soon as it shut, Kara turned around, eyes wide. "I just lied right to his face."

"If you didn't, then I would have," Oliver sighed.

"I'm sorry you had to step in," Dig looked at Oliver. "And I'm sorry you had to lie to him, Kara."

"I don't want to lie to him," Kara said miserably.

"I don't, either," Oliver shook his head. "But I can do it if it's temporary. If I'm just, uh . . . subbing in for the real Green Arrow."

"What do you mean?" Dig frowned.

"I mean as soon as you're healed up, I want you to put that hood back on," Oliver answered.

Dig smiled as he stood up. "Oliver, I like the way that sounds."

"That makes two of us," Oliver nodded. "Now . . . " He smiled at Kara. "We have somewhere to be."

"Yes, we do," Kara agreed.

***

"You know," Lena tilted her head as back at Oliver's loft, Laurel poured glasses of wine, "if someone had told me a year ago I would be spending the next Thanksgiving in a different universe with a group of vigilantes, I would have died of hysterics."

"I don't think any of us could have pictured this," James shook his head in agreement.

"Well," Thea smiled, "I'm glad we're all here."

"I'll drink to that," Alex grinned.

"It's definitely the most crowded Thanksgiving I've been to," Quentin remarked.

"No kidding," Curtis agreed, looking around. "How many is this?"

"Well," Malcolm turned around, "there's this thing called counting, and – "

"Eighteen," Slade interrupted.

"I was going to make him count!"

"You two don't ever change, do you?" Laurel gave both of them looks.

"Have you met them?" Rene raised an eyebrow.

"Well," Dinah walked back into the dining room, taking a whiff of the dish she was carrying. "This stuffing smells a whole lot better than cranberry jell-o."

"I thought we'd be spending Thanksgiving in the lair!" Felicity defended herself.

Oliver laughed as he, Kara, William, and J'onn followed, all of them carrying dishes out as well. "William made the stuffing," he informed Dinah.

"The young man can cook," Dig raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"Yeah," Kara smiled warmly at William as he set the water pitcher down. "Just like his father."

Dig tilted his head at Oliver, but he just gave his friend a warning look. Dig held up his hands in surrender as Winn and Thea passed wine glasses around. "Raisa helped me a bit," William admitted.

"Well," Lena leaned forward to sniff the stuffing, "that smells pretty good to me."

"So my first Thanksgiving as Supergirl was . . . tense," Kara cleared her throat as she took her glass. "And then last Thanksgiving, had the breach worked like it was supposed to, Barry and Cisco would have literally crashed the meal." She smiled, looking around the room. "Third time's the charm. So, thank you to everyone who has helped make this the best Thanksgiving ever, even if it has been a hell of one."

"Well," Oliver smiled, putting an arm around her and looking down at William. "I've never had more to be thankful for." He raised his glass as their friends and family took their spots around the table. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone."

"Happy Thanksgiving," everyone chorused, reaching out to clink their glasses together.

***

Happy ending. :) Oh, but . . . next episode is going to be one hell of a ride. Because everyone knows who's coming back.

"Wake Up" will be next, guys!